"With so many sleighs, I'm afraid we can't finish them even if the snow melts," Zhang Mu said with a bitter face. Zhang Mu said with a bitter face. Although he had gotten the perfect idea, he couldn't make bricks without straw. He was suffering from a lack of manpower. If he relied on his own strength, he was afraid that it would take a long time to build the sleigh.
Hearing this, Meton smiled knowingly. He looked back at the tall city wall of Wuwei and said, "Don't worry. Only someone will help us."
"Wuwei City!" Zhang Mu's heart skipped a beat. There were only a few craftsmen in the Firearms Supervisor, but there were quite a lot of craftsmen in Wuwei City. With the help of these craftsmen, the speed of building the sleighs would definitely be greatly increased.
With Meton's order, all the craftsmen in Wuwei City responded.
Last night, the news that Mo Jiazi came to attack the snow was still a hot topic for all the craftsmen in Wuwei City. They all slapped their thighs and sighed, "Why didn't I think of this? Otherwise, if I offered it to the county magistrate, I would definitely be rewarded." However, just one night later, there came the news that the snow had frozen and the plan had failed.
Just as the craftsmen were feeling regretful, the news that Mo Jiazi summoned craftsmen again and prepared to modify the carriages came.
"Could it be that Mo Jiazi has a new ink technique?" All the craftsmen were tempted and responded to Meton's call in unison.
"Ink technique!" This was the supreme secret skill in the hearts of all the craftsmen.
Even in Wuwei City, Mo Jiazi's amazing performance in the Ink Technique Exhibition had been heard of. No craftsmen wanted to miss the moment of witnessing Mo Jiazi's miracle with their own eyes, let alone participate in it. If they could learn a few moves from it, they would definitely benefit from it for the rest of their lives.
When all the craftsmen in Wuwei City arrived, everyone realized that Mo Jiazi was powerful and influential in the craftsmen's circle. Of course, Mo Jiazi's generous remuneration was also one of the reasons.
Under Zhang Mu's command, a group of Wuwei City's craftsmen spared no effort, and with the full support of the entire Wuwei City, nearly 200 carriages and thousands of soldiers had all been completed in just two hours.
"Go!" With Zhang Mu's order, six horses pulled a carriage that had no wheels but was supported by two wide boards. It slowly started moving, and its speed was getting faster and faster. It was not inferior to the four-wheeled carriage on the brick road at all.
"Success!" All the craftsmen cheered. Mo Jiazi's miraculousness was once again proven. Even though the roads were blocked by heavy snow, it was not difficult for the miraculous Mo Jiazi.
"All the horses have been used to pull the sleigh. What should we do?" Although the sleigh was traveling on the snowy ground, it couldn't be compared to wheels. In the past, it needed two horses to pull the carriage, but now it needed six horses to pull it.
All the horses in the Firearms Division were used to pull the sleighs. The Firearms Division's cavalry immediately became infantry. The horses could pull the Firearms Division's supplies forward, but what about the soldiers? Did they still have to trudge through the snow? Their two legs could not keep up with the four legs of the horses.
"This time, not only must the carriages be equipped with sleds, every firearm supervisor must also step on the sleds," Merton said.
"Ah! We also need to step on the wide planks. "
"Then how can we walk?"
A group of firearms supervisors couldn't help but exclaim. If the carriages were equipped with sleds, they could use horses. If they stepped on the heavy sleds, it would be difficult for them to even walk.
Meton waved his hand, and a group of craftsmen immediately took out the miniature sleds that they had secretly made. Meton picked a pair, tied them firmly to the skis, and put on two ski poles. He struggled to walk on the snow. As expected, with the help of the wide skis, he didn't sink into the snow.
"This speed?" Seeing Meton's clumsy movements, the firearms supervisors all shook their heads. This speed was even slower than theirs.
However, Meton looked back and said with a smile, "Have you ever played Ice Stalagmite?"
"Ice Stalagmite!" Many of the northern soldiers couldn't help but feel moved. Ice Stalagmite was a common ice sport in the north. Wearing special ice skates, one could skate on the ice. What blocked their path was a thick layer of snow, but how could it not be thick ice?
Sure enough, under everyone's gaze, Meton pushed the ski poles hard. His speed slowly increased, and soon, it exceeded the normal walking speed. It even became faster and faster, and finally reached the speed of the carriages.
"Mo Jiazi is really amazing!" The group of craftsmen couldn't help but exclaim. It was understandable that Mo Jiazi was riding a sleds, and it seemed that his speed wasn't slow either. As a result, the people had another tool to travel in the snow.
However, under everyone's admiring eyes, Mo Jiazi, who was getting faster and faster, fell into the snow with a plop. Suddenly, everyone's praises came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
Meton stood up and patted the snowflakes off his body. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He had only seen skiing videos in his previous life, and he didn't have much skill. He didn't expect that he would make a fool of himself. However, this also proved the feasibility of skiing.
Meton slowly slid back, and with a slightly red face, he covered it up and said, "This thing is like riding a bike. It's nothing more than practice makes perfect. From now on, all of the soldiers in the Firearms Surveillance Bureau will be skiing. This chancellor has prepared ten empty horse-drawn sleds for you. Unless you break your leg, you can only ride the sleds."
"Yes!" The group of soldiers in the Firearms Surveillance Bureau shouted one after another, and one after another, they tied their skis and clumsily stepped onto the snow.
One by one, the soldiers in the Firearms Surveillance Bureau clumsily slid on the snow. From time to time, they would fall on the snow, but they would quickly stand up and continue to slide.
Although the chancellor said that they could ride the sleds if they broke their leg, it wasn't an easy thing to break their leg in the snow. Not to mention, the feeling of breaking their leg wasn't good either. It was better for them to honestly ski!
However, there were quite a number of soldiers who were very perceptive who quickly grasped the technique of balance and quickly slid on the snow. This further proved that Meton's idea was feasible.
"Plop." Meton fell into the snow again.
"Chancellor, why don't you ride the sleds!" Xue Rengui made a beautiful emergency stop in front of Meton.
"Help me up. This chancellor is definitely going to learn how to ski today!" Meton flew into a rage out of humiliation. He didn't expect that the ski he designed would actually become his biggest problem. He saw that the other soldiers had already skied quite well, and only he and a small number of soldiers kept on tumbling.
Xue Rengui had no choice but to instruct the soldiers from the Firearms Surveillance Bureau who were driving the empty sleds to slow down a little. He followed Meton and these few soldiers and quickly slid forward to restore order in the Firearms Surveillance Bureau.
As the soldiers from the Firearms Surveillance Bureau disappeared into the vast snowy road, the entire Wuwei City was in an uproar. The news of Mo Jiazi attacking the snow and skiing away immediately spread throughout the entire Wuwei City.
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